Skipped my first full day of writing yesterday.

Why? I had a restless night on Tuesday and awoke too late to be of any use. Then, after work, I talked on the phone for a time, waited for the landlady to come by (she didn't and so I had to call and reschedule), and I walked to the store to pick up milk and sympathy cards. In other words, mundane life intervened.

Word count = 12,053

I read something over again and cannot remember writing it. "A horse as black as an ancient shadow." I don't know if it's any good. But it's kind of spooky not to remember coming up with it.